swallow diamonds

you don’t? I’m probably a hypocrite in saying such but I think you should? I don’t sleep half as much as I should but that’s not by choice. I’m not the boss of you though, you’re free to do as you please and become a panda in your old age.

I should learn, I’ve never fancied the idea of hitting others but I fancy a bodyguard even less.

there’s a bit of conspiring grin that he shares to dazy, and the mouthing of the words down to his dog, as if he can understand what andrei’s saying. which is something his sister constantly tells him to stop doing, get a girlfriend and stop talking to your dog like it’s your best friend. but he is though, dazy is the best of friends he could have asked for. still he’s mouthing it one more time, while heating the water and before looking for the box of tea sets his mother forcibly put in his head the last time he visited, decides to type back. 

outgoing         ↦ that’s not nice at all, who would wake you up purposefully to just ruin your day? 

granted andrei doesn’t think his messages were that bad. just sent at the bad moment. 

outgoing         ↦ isn’t that strictly forbidden? to not get any sleep that is. it should be.         ↦ i think if i tell you then it might not work, so i’ll keep it a secret and just do my best.          ↦ you just let me know when you get that smile back. or start feeling better.         ↦ let me guess, you woke–well stayed up like a true grump?         ↦ probably with that little invisible line on your forehead             that you had when i was bothering you that night. 

a white one preferably with black spots? a dalmatian rabbit? though I’m ore of a cat.

he feels the crease is his forehead becoming apparent. and all he can do is sigh as his fingers instead course through the kitten’s fur. small coos leave his lips and his nose takes to nuzzling the mall nose before him. it’s calming to say the least. it’s amazing, even through messages and the distance separating their expressions he can still imagine which sort of one sit’s on the male’s face. it’s almost exhausting, the urge to not fix his words.

wipe that smile off your face by the way.

he doesn’t want an analysis of how he knows, how he can tell. emotions and certain responses through text shouldn’t be so obvious but with andrei he knows. andrei is almost always smiling anyway so he tries not to think much of it. somehow he hears about how much he doesn’t, someone might even say this is good for him but he’s still scowling and it’s honestly a bit too early to be.

if it’s strictly forbidden not to get sleep, no work would be done. but i also suppose i’d be doing a life sentence.

but if you must know we had a sudden shareholders meeting scheduled. nothing I can do but agree with it. 

I do admit to staying up late however, I was working on some sketches.

but a grump? me? you’ve got the wrong chae.

what he doesn’t really need, besides the small vocabulary that andrei has that has a way of twisting his lips in the most horrendous of ways, is the reminder of the night. he’s not holding any real anger from the night, no real regrets or anything. but the reminder itself well he can’t say that so called invisible line is making another appearance. he doesn’t really allow people to get under his skin so once the cup is put in the sink and he’s taken to settling any reservations he had about waking up early, he decides to be a little less hostile.

you know they say to cut out anything that gives you wrinkles.

and boom you get someone who happened to be awake. which isn’t it quite late for you as well?

are you a fighter then? I mean I don’t doubt you probably could but I’ve had enough people tell me they want to. I don’t think I warrant getting beat up though. So what is it? underground fighter? boxing coach? or you just like hitting people?

I mean does he need them? does he not want them anymore? is that why he keeps giving them to me? what do I go? give it back? give him my eye? 

well because----- he’s giving them to me I didn’t expect him to give them to me even if they’re pretty.

i mean if you get a number full of sixes I suppose that would be rather weird? if you believe in that kinda stuff? did you know there are some numbers put together specifically so they’re harder to remember?

you got me, not sure if it’s a pleasure of a disappointment. but i’m not a serial killer or a pervert so it’s probably not as exciting.

outgoing          ↦  it was just a way of talking. but i am sorry if i bothered you,         ↦ i forgot about the timezone, my bad.          ↦ heard if you start the day without a proper mood              it might make the next hours as shitty as ever though.          ↦ since i am bit responsible for this one, i am going to try to lift it up.

which really, how is he going to do that? only god knows, but it’s not a challenge that he’s ever walked away from and if there’s one thing that’s for sure. it’s that this feels like a challenge, a constant one at that. and he’s walking out of his bedroom, towards the kitchen with Dazy, the brown fluff that he had to sadly leave alone a lot more han he wished to these days. but another thought occurs to him, given the time he probably woke him up so he’s stopping short from reaching into one of the cupboards to quickly add. 

it didn’t bother me so much as make me feel like a bunny rabbit.

he’d think of another word to describe what the term really did but he preferred to be a little less eloquent so early. the simple addition of the word rabbit after bunny is so that the male on the receiving end doesn’t get as much of a laugh from his choice of words as he could. though at this point hyungwon knows anything might as well be amusing. he does feel slightly responsible for his own mood and after a sip of tea he’s more inclined to respond.

it’s alright, i’ve had worse messages earlier in the morning. and I was up so you didn’t make the mistake of waking me.

it’s terribly unfortunate, how after repeating this early routine, or this defective routine of sleeping late, staying up late or even waking up early he can’t manage to mold his body into comfort with it. his mood still sours any time before eight in the morning and he finds himself disheveled as ever. he almost feels naked if it weren’t for the technology. 

you’re not responsible for dragging me to a early meeting but you have my attention, how would you lift my mood?

–– * ☽ ;  “YOU SOUND LIKE you’ve got a lot goin’ for ‘ya– so why are you here again?”

he didn’t fancy explaining himself but he couldn’t well go without answering her question. it’s not secret that the female is his superior in terms of their industry, social status she still holds more over him so the smile that makes itself present well it can’t hint to any discouragement. he had no plans of running into anyone, especially not someone who would readily mock his rise in the industry, if that was her intention.

        “I didn’t plan on being here,” he didn’t frequent clubs. he saw nothing wrong with them so if a search of his morals was her task she would fail. he didn’t very well going around questioning her appearance here. “but a model ended up missing her shoot today, they sent me to get her and well,” a sigh soon passes and even in the chaos of music, chatter and bodies alike he’s sure it’s apparent enough. “someone said they saw her here.”

“you wouldn’t happen to know who, would you noona?” 

The point is, he’s made her accept it a bit more. That sometimes she might mistake someone’s words for her as something meant for what she’s done. It’s a truth that’s she lived a few days ago. Who knew someone could confess to ou by using your one weakness? The assumption that any compliments is directed at her baking. It makes her cheeks warm under her hands. Most likely because there was talk of taking a bite then too, but more or so implied that the cake was not what they had in mind. 

        he learned quickly, he caught quickly and he catches her. he catches her when she pulls away and catches himself recoiling into his words and into what causes it. never does he do that which is what causes the surprise. sure he’s had his fair share of unpleasant phrases to dish to others but joy? joy was never meant to be on the receiving end. sure they bicker and exchange banter but to cause her to recoil in such a  way? never an intent. he’s almost quick to move back, quick to ask but he sees her burying everything under the smile.

it feels good.